When I first started this blog, I had a mental list of things I wanted to find and photograph. One thing on the list was to find a large group of crows. We see them in the city all the time, two or three of them, cawing back and forth from backyard trees, harassing flocks of starlings or playfully dive-bombing each other in mid-air.
I wanted to see where they roosted together in a noisy flock. I knew where to find one; it was just a question of being in the neighbourhood.
We parked the car on the corner of Bank Street and Riverdale in Ottawa South, and made our way down to the path by the Ottawa River. Already we could hear their presence, announcing our arrival with their throaty, raspy calls.
There were so many of them, loud and bold~ my husband used the word “cacophony” and I think that about summed it up.
We watched their antics and listened to them for awhile, laughing when we heard one bark like a small dog.
Many of them were sitting in the middle of the river on the ice, a hundred pointed black silhouettes against the white snow.
Here they had enough mature, towering trees by the water for all of them to find a high branch, a mile above the city.
Although in this photograph they look so small against the endless sky above them.